It wasn't a question.
It was a statement.
Yet, it was bone-chillingly cold, filled with murderous intent.
Dangerous, icy, oppressive.
The girl's heart suddenly leaped into her throat, her fear spreading from her heart and coursing through her veins, until her limbs felt numb.
In front of her, Perry Reed was lounging casually.
Leaning against the back of his chair, dressed in an elegant trench coat and shirt. Yet, the feelings he evoked in others were far from admiration - they were utter intimidation.
For he was dangerously intimidating.
His handsome yet indifferent face, his deep-set eyes radiated danger. The narrowed, murderous glint in his eyes was akin to a sharp sword, aiming straight for the deepest corners of the heart upon eye contact.
Fear.
Uncontrollable.
The girl couldn't help but tremble.
"I...."
She opened her mouth, but was immediately silenced.
She was taken aback to find that in front of this man, even speaking had become incredibly difficult.
